It was a chilly morning of late fall,When I was 4 or 5 years old. I informed to mother "I go to play",went out of the house. I walked in a footpath after the rain,Vomiting the breath on gloves of wool. The big ginkgo tree stood there when suddenly looking up. I gazed at the tree. It was very manly. Yellow of ginkgo like an arrow shooting to the big blue shield. It was strong and vivid like a man who challenged dangerous adventure.